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. Sun-Ok made a nice curtsy to Thane, then she drug the huge sack oâ€™ axes what she was carryinâ€™ up to where he was standinâ€™ in front oâ€™ his throne. Thane seemed pleased with the axes and assured her their trade agreement with the Gripplies would still be in effect, at least fer another couple oâ€™ days.
Then I think the two oâ€™ them chatted a bit â€˜bout the weather. I aintâ€™ too sure â€˜cause me and Bel hung back and it was hard to hear â€˜em, ya know? I ainâ€™t hailed him no more and that was that and the three oâ€™ us left Thaneâ€™s castle and journeyed back ta Foothold.
The bunch oâ€™ us spent the rest oâ€™ the week healinâ€™ from our battle with the goblins and preparinâ€™ for our last trip down into the cavern ta fix the dirt soâ€™s things could grow again and the shaftinâ€™ treeâ€™s roots would be all cozy and comfy buried in it. By Friday, Bel had collected a load oâ€™ dead fish, and Sun-Ok the silk weâ€™d be needinâ€™, to finish our work in the hole below the tree oâ€™ shaftinâ€™.
But I gotta tell ya somethinâ€™ first. A man always smells a bit to me, ya know? Theyâ€™s all got a sour odor to â€˜em somethinâ€™ like pipe tobacco, ale and general grubbiness all mixed up together and I tries never to stand too close to a man. Yup! All men is kind oâ€™ stinky! â€˜Cept for Port oâ€™ course, whoâ€™s always wearinâ€™ perfume and Voran whoâ€™s got kind oâ€™ a pleasant scent to him.
Anyways, I ainâ€™t never smelled nothinâ€™ in my life as bad as Bel, carryinâ€™ all those dead fish â€˜round in his pack fer the better part oâ€™ a week! Oh geez! Bel stunk somethinâ€™ awful! The stench oâ€™ him was makinâ€™ me hair curl and my tummy queasy and givinâ€™ me a headache all at the same time and I just wanted ta writ all oâ€™ that down.
So we made our way into Barrelgoreâ€™s kitchen and shortly after, Bel, Durok, Voran, Walis, Sun-Ok and me was in the cavern, fixinâ€™ ta make the ground in it good fer growinâ€™ things once more. Tâ€™was my job ta dig little holes along the path we found ourselves on and Belâ€™s job ta drop one oâ€™ the fish he was carryinâ€™, into each hole I dug, makinâ€™ the dirt fertile again.
I done the very best I could digginâ€™ the holes. The ground was hard and I ainâ€™t thought ta bring a spade. I was scrapinâ€™ â€˜em out with me sword and some oâ€™ the holes was kinda shallow. After Bel threw in a fish, heâ€™d have to squoosh each one down hard with his boot, makinâ€™ the stink oâ€™ it even worse! Oh geez!
All the while, Sun-Ok was busy sewinâ€™ silk into every corner she could find along the path and securinâ€™ all oâ€™ it with Grippli Stick Sharps what she hammered into little cracks in the rock. She was makinâ€™ homes for the spiders and ap . . . uh, aphi . . . uh, all the other tiny bugs what lived down there.
Meanwhile Durok, Voran and Walis was busy guardinâ€™ those oâ€™ us who was digginâ€™ and sewinâ€™ from all the skinnies what had popped up outta nowhere and was doinâ€™ their best ta kill us all! We finished with the digginâ€™ and used up all oâ€™ Belâ€™s fish and Sun-Ok made some really nice places fer the bugs ta live and we all climbed back outta the cavern, leavinâ€™ most oâ€™ the odor from the dead fish down there.
We ainâ€™t let Bel come with us til he took off his smelly boots and threw â€˜em in the hole weâ€™d just come up from and he had to make his way back to Frankieâ€™s camp, limpinâ€™ and hoppinâ€™ along in his bare feet.
Frank was happy, hearinâ€™ â€˜bout our fixin up the dirt and makinâ€™ homes fer all the bugs and spiders in the cavern. He told us all ta rest up â€˜cause next week weâ€™d all be goinâ€™ off ta Arik lookinâ€™ for somethinâ€™ else he was needinâ€™
Ohh geeeeez! Arik!